Posted by Lieutenant Naomi Locke (Sci) in Shuttlebay - Mission to the Sphere

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Posted by Commander T’Leia (Outgoing XO) in Shuttlebay - Mission to the Sphere
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T’Leia nodded to Dr. Grey agreeing with her suggestion before glancing back at Dysart to be sure he would translate for Dal.

Commander T’Leia

Alan listened to T’Leia and then to Rachel before turning to Dal. “Mokuhlek etek gol-tor k’ sashalotaya dotoran? kuv tra’ tor fan-veh vi bolau tor nam-tor sashalotau wuh’rak, etek mokuhlek dvun au tor wuh khom t’ wuh zehl. Fan-veh svi’ bolaya t’ akali hasuk tun mokuhlek nam-tor khartau tor hassu Grey.” (Can we assist with evacuation plans? If there is anyone who needs to be evacuated first, we can move them to the front of the line. Anyone in need of urgent medical care can be directed to Doctor Grey) he indicated Rachel.

-Lt(j.g.) Alan Dysart, Linguist

[O] They are coming, Baumann. Orders are to protect but not kill if it can be avoided. We have… permission… as it were, to assist those being attacked. But stun rather than kill where possible. And I want to see if we can get both sides to a discussion table. [O] Ari’s voice came over the comm. Her voice was struggling to remain calm, but he would recognize the worry in its lilt.

Capt Ari
CO

Naomi nodded then overheard the CO’s message. Confusion crossed her expression briefly. She looked to Rachel who had begun to move toward the XO and lean in. The younger officer suspected they were having a hushed conversation. Not wanting to eavesdrop, she moved to Dal and waited until the those she was supposed to help were pointed out. There wasn’t much more she could do since no additional instruction was given.

–ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci.

At this point the two elders turned and moved to where many of the clan was clustered. With both gestures and short cursory words they urged them to move. A half dozen immediately went down a ladder to a level below, and a smaller number went up. The rest, yet a mix of perceived genders and ages collected the young among them into a group.

Dal replied to Locke and Alan. “They gather what is needed. Food. Necessities. The others go to the pod. We can all fit, but the pod will not support us all. Not enough air/power.”

From the window, one of the crew would see two other dots, faint but approaching more slowly from the opposite direction of the other two.

Wookiee

Alan thought for a moment. “Wuh hash tor etwel hali nam-tor ri wu. I ri tor fai-tor na’ ac’ruth, hi sos’eh kuv du nem-tor tepul sad s’ ek’ torektra kaula mishu heh ha’kiv nenikaya, kupi du tor ish-veh wuh zamu minutes?” (The flight to our ship is not long. I do not know for certain, but maybe if you take power away from all systems except engines and life support, could you make it a few minutes?) he was no engineer, but maybe more power would buy them more time.

-Lt(j.g.) Alan Dysart, Linguist

Dal replied, his demeanor sad.

T’Leia nodded, that was a good question that Dysart had asked. She looked toward Dal as they awaited the answer.

Commander T’Leia

“It is not power. It is space. Once there were three such transports. Long ago. Now there is one. One was bartered. The other took apart for parts.” He gestured to their living sphere. “This does not move. There is power, but no way to move it. And even if it was so, then what? Where would we go?”

Rachel went with the rest of the team, assisting those in need. She prioritized those that were very injured, the elderly and those that looked like children. With some effort and hard work they could get this crew away in time… Hopefully.

Dr. Grey - CMO

It was a challenge to see just how bad some were what with the physiological differences, but there was some semblance of satisfaction in the end that Grey had done her best.

Naomi had edged over to Kenny. She subtly and gently elbowed him in the side then gestured to the issue he could resolve, either by boosting the power or rerouting power from non-important systems. As she noticed the group begin to collect, she inhaled and moved forward. Her eyes scanned through the numerous individuals as she picked out the wounded. Those she sent over to Dr. Grey for treatment and to become more stable for transport. The healthy ones were grouped together and gradually lead to the pod. Once there, she helped them find a spot then prepare for departure.

–ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci.

Bump 6.4.

Soon they all moved through the tube to their transport. The two new ‘dots’ slowly grew larger, but were still too far off to have visibility on it besides the fact that they were evidently ships of some kind. The transport was a smaller squashed sphere. It looked like it was used for whatever this clan actually did and there was a fair amount of cargo space. Still it was geared for only a few crew and the rest being cargo; it was cramped to begin with. They all worked on crowding in depending on how the Elders and Grey sought to lace them which was in line with the females and young. The Elders, however, insisted on others younger than they entering first.
- Wookiee

Seeing the elders had insisted on females and young going first, Naomi took pains to make sure they were in the front. She quickly helped the individuals to tightly squeeze in wherever they could. Any unneeded baggage was quickly removed for additional room. Any stragglers she quickly encouraged a faster pace than their current one.

Her eyes glanced toward the view where they could see the ships in the distance. Though they looked far off, Naomi knew they wouldn’t stay that way and tried to retain her calm.

–ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci.

T’Leia looked toward Lt. Commander Fleet,”Chief I would like you to have a look at their engines. Perhaps something can be done.” She said as they came up to the vessels side.

Commander T’Leia

The ‘vessel’ that T’Leia referred to had seen better days. Peering out a long thin rectangular port hole at it, the design was basic as a flattened cigar with a slight indentation at the forward area for, presumable the bridge or control room. It looked to be shaped for storage or cargo moreso than passengers; the central hold was the largest area for placing the clan. Even so it would be like stuffing a telephone booth with people. Dal tugged on her tunic. “How can Dal help?” He asked. By his movements he was nervous and shifting from one foot to the other. Behind him others of his clan were approaching with sacks of what might be foodstuffs. Beside one of the ‘little’ ones, followed a creature about a meter long that looked for all the world like a giant millipede, but it was following the child at her heels.
- Wookiee

“Kanok-veh, nem-tor ish-veh shitau. Either svi’ wuh hali il svi’ zehl.” (Everyone, take your places. Either in the ship or in line.) Alan looked around. So many people. he thought.

-Lt(j.g.) Alan Dysart, Linguist